Bone-chilling Yin winds swept into Shouyang Mountain, and the Netherworld gloom was dense, as though the Ghost Gate had been flung wide open.
If everyone present had been mortal, they would probably have been scared into chaos by now.
The truth was that the area around the altar was filled with immortals and gods. That tiny bit of Netherworld ghostly energy was little more than a toy for the gods to admire.
Under the gaze of the gods, the Heavenly Dao manifested. Countless Remnant Soul figures surged out of the Netherworld mist.
They raced toward the Investiture of the Gods on the Heaven Sacrificing Altar.
Seeing this scene, everyone understood that these Remnant Soul shadows were the living beings who had died during the Kalpa Tribulation.
Countless Remnant Souls and dead spirits gathered like rivers, howling as they plunged straight into the Investiture of the Gods.
Those who succeeded entered the list.
Those who failed were wounded by the spiritual energy of the Investiture of the Gods. Some had their souls scattered, while others fled back to the Netherworld.
Some Remnant Souls succeeded one after another, while other dead spirits failed.
This sight made the watching immortals and gods extremely nervous.
Just as they had predicted beforehand, not everyone who had died during the Kalpa Tribulation could ascend the Investiture of the Gods.
It still depended on fate.
As more and more Remnant Souls merged into the Investiture of the Gods, the Ten Thousand Gods quota gradually dwindled.
The number of Remnant Souls surging out of the Netherworld clouds grew smaller and smaller.
Until the Investiture of the Gods was completely filled, radiating boundless golden light that illuminated the heavens in every direction.
The Netherworld dead souls that tried to approach the Investiture of the Gods afterward were all reduced